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DAWN SUMMERS: Hello?
RILEY FINN: Hey Dawn. It's Riley. Is Buffy there?
DAWN SUMMERS: Oh, hi Riley. Yes, she's here. Hold on and I'll get her.Okay?
RILEY FINN: Sure kiddo. I'll wait.
//bang// //clunk//
DAWN SUMMERS: *BUFFY!!! RILEY'S ON THE PHOO-ONNNE!!!*
//click// //thunk//
BUFFY SUMMERS: Riley?
RILEY FINN: Hey beautiful. I was just calling to see what you wanted todo this Halloween. Um... 'cause I just saw a flyer down at the StudentUnion about a costume party being thrown by the Delta Gamma House and Ithought... You know, that we could, uh, sort of go. Could be fun.
BUFFY SUMMERS: Oh! Uh... *Costume* party? Halloween? Um... okay. Thisis going to sound *very* weird and all, but... the Scooby Gang doesn't*do* Halloween anymore. *Way* too many bad memories. Way way too many.Halloween is *so* not of the good.
RILEY FINN: //snort-sigh// Let me guess. Vampires, right?
BUFFY SUMMERS: Actually... no. Halloween is pretty much a no-go on theVampire front. It's like... um, *un*cool for them to hang out on thatnight for some bizarre reason. Spike could probably explain it to you.
RILEY FINN: Uh, *no* thank you. I'll just take *your* word for it. Iknow that you all think of him as just Spike, but *I* still think ofhim as Hostile 17, so... *no*. I won't go over to his crypt and chatabout his social calendar.
BUFFY SUMMERS: //laughs// I can't really blame you for that. *I* don'tlike spending time with him either, even if he *is* just Spike to me.
RILEY FINN: So... if it's not the vampires, what's so bad aboutHalloween?
BUFFY SUMMERS: In theory? Nothing. In practice? Everything. It's justthat every time we've tried to celebrate Halloween, something*horrible* happens. One year a group of fraternity brothers summoned aFear Demon by accident and ended up traumatizing half of campus. Oh,and my personal nightmare, was when we were still back in Highschool,this Warlock cast a spell that made you become the person or thing thatwas your costume. It was... the worst. I was dressed up like a noblewoman from the 18th century and I lost my Slayer powers. Spike couldalso tell you about that night. He tried to attack me and I didn't even*remember* who I was or even what vampires were. If it wasn't forXander, I don't know *what* would have happened.
RILEY FINN: *Xander*? Are we talking about the same guy here? I mean, I*like* him and all. He's fun to joke around with and he's always wilingto go up against the bad guys, but... he isn't someone I'd trust to...um, *save* me or anything.
BUFFY SUMMERS: No, no. He was great that night. His costume was asoldier and he had a gun and when the spell hit, he was real kick assand all. Very shoot 'em up and take 'em out.
RILEY FINN: Wow. That's... that's just *wow*.
BUFFY SUMMERS: Yeah, I know. He says he can still sort of remember it.You know, what it was like to be a soldier. But it's fuzzy, like adream. And the memories are only clear every now and then. I believehim too, because that's how it is with me and my inner noble woman.It's like, every now and then, I'll see something or hear something andit'll trigger a memory buried deep in my head about that time period.Weird, huh?
RILEY FINN: *Very* weird, but... this *is* Sunnydale, so... Okay. NoHalloween party. What would you rather do that night then?
*
A pale skinned communications specialist wearing a crisp uniform turnedan excited grin on his companion. The blinking lights on the console infront of him reflected off the lenses of his glasses, hiding the gleamin his green eyes.
"Lieutenant?"
"Yes Corporal? What is it?"
"Sir. You might want to come listen to this recording of phone line#FINN2230-S. We have audio confirmation that the being called 'Spike'is in fact Hostile 17, plus it appears that one of the Slayer'sresearch assistants is harboring the memories or spirit of some form ofHostile they refer to as 'The Soldier'."
Lieutenant Graham Miller raised one eyebrow up in extreme interest andwalked over to the communications equipment. Leaning down a bit so asto be closer to the speaker, he gestured for his officer to replay therecording.
"Let's hear what Riley and Buffy are up to now..."
*
Pain.
Throbbing blinding pain.
He moaned at the horrendous sensation of having a brain three times toobig for his skull, but the noise only served to make his head throbharder and a wave of nausea swept over him, leaving him trembling. Helay there on the cold hard floor and just concentrated on breathing andnot throwing up.
After an unknown amount of time, the throbbing and pounding inside ofhis skull diminished and thought once again became possible. He knew hewas Xander Harris. He knew he was lying naked on the cold hard floor.He knew he was in trouble and that he had a possible skull fracture. Hejust didn't know *how* he got this way. The last thing he rememberedwas... walking home.
Yes. He had been walking home from Anya's. It had been getting ontowards dark and he'd had the creepiest sensation of being *watched*.He had shrugged it off since it was still too light for any vampires tobe out and about. Even the older and stronger vampires like Spikecouldn't have survived in the amount of light that was still left inthe sky. So... he'd ignored the feeling and brushed it off as Hellmouthinduced paranoia.
Apparently, that was the wrong thing to do.
Well, time to find out just *how* bad bad really was.
Slowly, mindful of the headache he was still nursing, Xander peeledback one eye and winced. Bright shiny white bounced florescent lightinto his brain by way of his eye. Squinting, Xander tried to make outwhat the white was. After a moment, he realized that it was the floorhe was laying on. Shifting slightly, he lifted his head.
White floor. Three white walls. White ceiling. One glass wall. Itseemed... familiar. He couldn't quite place it though.
Shifting a little more, Xander was able to roll over onto his side sothat he was facing the glass wall. Beyond the thick glass was a plainwhite hallway. On the other side of the hallway was another glassfronted bright white cell. Inside of the cell was... Spike.
A naked Spike.
A naked Spike who was cowering in the corner, whimpering and cringingin full gameface with blood tinged pink tears dripping down his face.Moving in slow motion, they both turned their heads slightly until theymade full eye contact. Brown eyes held confusion and gold eyes heldnothing but stark terror. Then recognition hit Xander like a stake inthe heart.
OH FUCK!!!!! THEY WERE AT THE INITIATIVE!!!!!!
Leaping to his feet, Xander ran across his small cell and reached outto touch the glass, desperately hoping to find a lock release. As soonas his flesh came into contact with the smooth surface, a large jolt ofelectricity slammed into his hands and up his arms. Sizzling pain madehim cry out even as he was tossed like a rag-doll across his cell tocrash into the far wall.
That action seemed to pull Spike out of his mindless fear, but hedidn't move an inch. He just spoke in a broken and shaky voice thatscared Xander more than any cell or electrical field ever could.Anything that could reduce William the Bloody to gibbering panic was sofar beyond bad as to need a whole new definition for the word.
"No, no. Don't... don't *touch* it. It'll bite you. Don't touch *any*thing here. Don't let them ta... take you to th.. the *grey* r... room.And don't dr... drink the blood. It's *drugged* and it'll fall from theceiling and you'll be *so* hungry, but... but don't. We have t... toget *out* of here."
It was at that point that Spike began loosing it again. He wrapped hislong pale arms around his knees and began to rock back and forth. Hisgolden eyes stayed locked on Xander's, but he wasn't sure if thevampire was actually focused on him or his own tortured memories.
"Have to get *out*. Have to get *out*. Have to get *out*. Have to get*out*."
Xander felt panic grip him as he watched the blonde in the cell acrossfrom him continue to rock and repeat his whispered mantra over and overand over again. It was chilling in a way that nothing else in his lifehad ever been before. Even *Angelus* hadn't scared him as badly asSpike's mental breakdown was doing. But even *that* display of fearinduced insanity hadn't prepared him to witness the raw unthinkinganimal terror that Spike leapt into when a couple of white lab-coatwearing scientists and a double handful of armed soldiers entered thehallway.
Spike jumped to his feet and pushed himself as far back into the corneras he could physically go, cringing and whining as his head snappedaround wildly as if he were looking for an escape route to appearbefore his eyes. When the first Initiative Member came into his line ofsight, the vampire let out an ungodly wail of overwhelming fright andturned to face the wall. He then began to frantically scramble at thesmooth ceramic surface as if he was trying to scurry up towards theceiling or perhaps to simply *claw* his way through the solid andimpenetrable barrier.
But it wasn't the vampire they were coming for. With horror swirling inhis mind and bile rising in his throat, Xander watched as the glasswall to *his* cell slid to the side. The soldiers were standing in ahalf circle around the opening to his cell and they were pointing lotsof large caliber pistols at him. All but one. He was pointing an oddlyshaped rifle.
The soldier holding the rifle fired. A sharp piercing pain in his chestmade Xander flinch back against the far wall. He glanced down,expecting to see a bleeding bullet hole. Instead, he saw a red tippeddart imbedded in his skin.
A wave of wooziness washed over him and his vision began to blur. Witha shaking hand, he reached up and plucked the tiny dart out of his skinand dropped it from quickly numbing fingers. Another wave of vertigocrashed into him and he heard voices but they sounded funny, as if hewas underwater. Then it felt as if he were falling and falling andfalling and he kept waiting to hit the ground but before he could,everything went black.
*
The muzziness in his head slowly drifted away and he became aware oftwo things. He was laying on his back on a cold stone surface and therewere odd little noises coming from just beyond his head. Xander blinkedhis eyes open and found himself in a dimly lit room. The fact that hisvision was still a bit blurry didn't help him figure out where he wasand his muscles all felt stiff and his head still hurt. He groaned.
The soft noises behind him stopped suddenly at the sound and Xandertried to sit up. That didn't work and it took him a few groggy secondsto figure out that it was because he was strapped down. He was suddenlywide awake and panic was beginning to flair up inside of his chest whena drawn and haggard face leaned over him. He flinched away from theglaringly insane gleam in the haunted eyes that had sunken into whatwas once probably a handsome face.
With overwhelming horror, Xander realized that he *knew* this man. Helooked very different from the self-assured and arrogant Warlock thathe remembered, but after a moment of staring into his eyes, Xander wasabsolutely *positive* that this shell of a man was the long lost EthanRayne from Giles's past. In desperation, he tried to talk past his dryand swollen tongue.
"Gi... Giles."
Ethan's eyes opened up comically wide and his thin lipped mouth formeda perfect 'O'. The crazy Warlock clutched at his bare shoulderpainfully and leaned down to hiss into his ear.
"Ripper? You know Ripper?"
Xander nodded as best he could with his head strapped to the stonetable or slab or whatever it was he had been placed on.
"Giles... Sun... Sunny... dale. Sla... Slay... er."
Recognition flickered across Ethan's face to be swiftly followed bygreat joy, then deep sadness and then a crafty sly look that wasfrightening and creepy.
"You're that Harris boy that Ripper has fighting off the demons andsuch alongside his precious Slayer, yes? Well... you're a prisoner ofthe bloody American government now. They want me to cast a spell on youboy. Bring out the soldier in you like I did that Halloween. But we'llplay a little joke on them, won't we boy. For Ripper. He'll *love* it,he will. Ripper always *did* like his demons. Great at summoning themtoo. Taught me all I know..."
Xander felt his eyes go wide in abject horror. He knew from assortedstrained talks with Giles that Ethan Rayne was a Master level Warlockwho practiced the Black Arts and worshiped the Gods of Chaos. He hadbeen Giles's first student and long time lover. Together, as young men,they had routinely summoned demons and then slaughtered them for fun.Now, after years of incarceration, and who knows *how* much torture bythe Initiative, Ethan was planning on using *him*, one of Giles's mostrecent students, to get his revenge.
"no, no... Ethan, *please* no..."
A long bony finger rested upon his lips, stilling them.
"Shhh.... *trust* me..."
And then he was gone out of Xander's line of vision. He struggledagainst the leather straps that held him down, but to no avail. He wastrapped on the alter to a God of Chaos and at the mercy of an insaneWarlock. Xander felt his eyes tear up and he wondered just *what* itwas Ethan planned to do to him. He could hear him moving around,setting things up, but that wouldn't last too long. Once more, he triedto find a way out of his bonds. Twisting his hands around until thestrap pulled painfully tight against his left wrist, Xander could justbrush the tip of his middle finger along the smooth cold surface of ametal buckle. Frantically, he began to try and work it loose.
Too late! He could hear Ethan's muttering voice pick up volume and thesheer raw *power* of his magic echoed hollowly with every syllable heuttered. Desperately Xander tried to push the leather through the metalbuckle even as the three black candles surrounding his head flared upbrightly, the flames pouring scorching heat across his skin.
He whimpered as Ethan walked around to the side of the stone surface hewas strapped to. He saw that the sorcerer was holding a sharp curvedblade in one hand and a glowing red gemstone in the other. His voicewas now a torrent of shouted incompressible words that made Xander'sskin crawl and his hair stand on end. Then, in a swift and agile move,Ethan's arm came down and he quickly carved a symbol onto Xander's barechest.
The world dissolved in white hot agony.
A swirling vortex of thick black and red clouds with flickering whitelightening opened up above him. A whirlwind of sound and rushing airspun crazily and Xander *screamed* in pain and terror and hopelessnessas the powerful energy literally *sucked* the soul right out of hisbody.
Tearing, ripping, pulling.
He felt as if he'd been split open and his insides had been dragged outof him with red hot hooks.
He howled out to the heavens to grant him death. Still, he lived.
Images and memories and sound assaulted his mind beneath the agony.
His mother lying in a battered heap on the floor only to have hisfather turn to him and announce that *he* was next.
Staking a vampire Jesse and watching him turn to dust.
Tracking a delicious scent and finding the school mascot. Then eatingit alive.
Sex with Anya.
Buffy and Willow dancing at the Bronze.
Ampata crumbling into dust.
Spike tied up in his chair in his basement mouthing off with clippedBritish tones.
Shooting demons with an automatic weapon while protecting a frightenedwoman in a scarlet gown.
And then these *eyes* appeared, these empty fathomless black eyes,floating in the middle of the swirling vortex of chaos and lookingright at him. Staring *into* him. Studying and learning and... judginghim acceptable. And that echoing voice that *oozed* evil and pain andhatred and utter madness just raked across his ear and he *screamed* indenial at what it said.
//YOU ARE MINE. NOW AND FOREVER MY CHILD.//
Lightening whipped around the eyes in a frenzy and then rained down outof the vortex to *slam* into his quivering jolting body.
*Pain*
Endless overwhelming mind shattering *agony* ripped through him andevery nerve ending caught on fire and he SCREAMED. Then, mercifully, hepassed out.
*
X woke up to find that he was still strapped to the stone table uponwhich he'd been reborn. With a quick flex-jerk of his back and shouldermuscles, he tore the leather bindings loose from their seams. Glancingaround with a cold curiosity, he saw the body of the wizard who hadgiven up his own life to allow his 'becoming' to come to pass. Heglanced away disinterestedly.
Reaching down, he yanked at the straps that bound his legs. Theysnapped under his demonic strength.
Sliding off of the table, X paused a quick moment to grab up the fallendagger. Clenching it tightly in his hand, he strode over to the door.He pushed against it, but it didn't budge. Resting his hand upon it'ssurface, he could *feel* the flow and pulse of electric currentsrunning to and from the locking mechanism. He grinned a frighteninglyevil grin.
Reaching inside his mind for the instinctive knowledge and ability tomanipulate electricity, X reversed the current, disengaging the lock.With a solid sounding *clunk*, the door unlocked and then swung open.He stepped through it without hesitation.
Stalking through the hallways, X could sense evil and darkness allaround him. It shivered and pulsed through the very air, but he ignoredit. It was mortal evil, generated by the human scientists and soldiersthat ran this facility. X was hunting another source of evil. One thatwas infinitely deeper and more finely developed. One that was, like hisown evil, demonic.
Spike.
Turning a corner, X encountered a small group of armed military typehumans. Two of them yanked out strange looking weapons and fired themat him. After a mortal heartbeat, X recognized them as Tazors. Helaughed in wicked glee. The mortals fired and bright jolts of pureenergy flowed into him. Feeding him. Empowering him.
Raising up one hand, palm out, he released the collected energy in oneblinding flash of power. The mortal soldiers went flying down thehallway to land in smoking heaps of dead burnt flesh. X laughed evenharder as he stomped over them to continue on his way.
Turning another corner, he came upon a highly polished metal door. Hepaused at it. It's high sheen surface acted almost like a mirror.Looking into it's false depths, he saw an apparently naked human malewith dark curly hair and full soft lips. Wide shoulders and thick arms,flat stomach and long legs. And upon his chest was a symbol carved bythe dead wizard. It glowed a deep ruby red and his eyes... His eyeswere solid black. No white, no iris and no pupils, just... black.
He grinned at his reflection and it was the very face of uncaringevil.
Turning from the door, X continued down the hall. He was getting closernow. Closer. He could *feel* the very air tingle and shimmer with thesensation of demonic energy. At the end of the corridor, he reached anelevator. Pushing a button, the doors slid open. Stepping inside, theyclosed and his pushed the button for the floor below him.
Nothing happened.
Enraged that the machine was not moving, X lashed out at the controlpanel, slamming his fist into it so that his fingers and hand wasembedded behind the cracked and broken face plate to the wiring andcircuitry behind. This was trickier than the door. The programming thatcontrolled the elevator was much more complex than that whichcontrolled the door's lock. It took several trials and errors until Xhit upon the correct sequence of electrical manipulation to make itwork properly. Finally, he was moving down. Down towards his mate.
As soon as the doors opened, X's heightened sense of smell brought theacrid scent of raw primal fear and freshly spilt blood to his nose. Hesmiled. A truly happy smile of delight.
Following the intoxicating scent, X found himself standing outside of athick steel door. The scent was coming from just beyond, but so was thesensation of demonic power. He figured that his mate was behind thedoor and still terrified of the humans who had rendered himdefenseless. With a smirk, X pushed open the door and strode in. Onlyto stop in overwhelming *anger* and *hatred*.
His mate was being held down across a metal table by a bunch ofsoldiers while one of them *raped* him from behind.
The air reeked of human sweat and semen and saliva. Mixed in with thatwas the smell of Spike's blood and his fear. Harsh guttural male voicescalled out taunts and insults to the vampire as his flesh was violentlyassaulted again and again.
How *dare* they! Spike was *his*! He *owned* the blonde and *no one*was allowed to touch him without his permission!
Bloodrage descended upon him in a fiery wash and he *howled* out hisfury.
*
X's next coherent thought was 'what happened?' as he looked around thegore splattered room. Bits and pieces of mortal flesh lay about inquivering chunks and puddles of sticky red blood dripped everywhere.Static electricity crackled and sparked around his hands and up hisarms and the last echoes of his angry voice yelling 'Spike is *mine*!'still rang from the ceiling.
Turning, he saw the blonde vampire cowering naked in the corner holdingup one hand in a 'don't come any closer' gesture while pleading in apanicky voice.
"Yes Xander. I'm yours, all yours, for as long as you want, just...just don't rip me into bloody pieces and I'll be yours, just..."
Spike broke off with a shriek when X dropped the mangled and torn offleg that he had been holding and then stalked towards him. The vampirecringed back and tried to make himself as small as possible. X didn'tcare, he reached out with one hand and grabbed the blonde by the throatand *yanked* him up to eye level.
"MINE!"
Spike's eyes went a big as saucers with fear and his limbs trembled.
"Yes Xander. I'm all yours, just... don't hurt me."
X growled.
"Xander is *dead*. There's only *me* now. *X*!"
Spike nodded his head frantically and whimpered as X leaned forward andpressed his nose alongside the vampire's neck. He inhaled deeply andgrowled with anger.
"You *stink* of them. Their smell is all *over* you. I *don't* like yousmelling like those... *humans*."
The last was sneered. Spike just trembled harder. Glancing around, Xdidn't see anything that could help him fix this problem, so he yankedthe blonde out into the hallway and down several corridors. They cameupon two scientists and one soldier, but X killed them all while Spiketried to hide behind him. Finally, they came across a locker room.
Pushing Spike inside, X dragged him towards the shower area. Turning onthe water as hot as it would go, he shoved the bruised and bloodiedvampire under the steaming cascade. A quick pilferage through somelockers produced a bar of soap and X walked under the burning spray aswell. Grabbing the blonde, he went to work scrubbing at every inch ofhis skin. He ignored the howls and cries of pain as he brutally cleanedscraps, cuts, torn flesh and purpled bruises. He had one goal in mind,wash every molecule of scent out of the blonde's pores that wasn't hisown. Finally, after he was satisfied that none of the human's scentremained, X turned off the water and threw the vampire to the wet tilefloor.
"You belong to *me* and you will wear *no one's* scent but *mine*! Doyou understand?"
Spike nodded his head, the fear still evident in his eyes, yet it was adifferent kind of fear. This was the fear of a cruel and harsh master,but one that he *knew* would protect him from all others. *X* was theonly one who would ever hurt him from now on. No one else was allowed.And that was something that Spike was very familiar with. It was how hehad spent the first fifty years of his unlife. The only difference nowwas, Angelus wasn't his master this time, X was.
With a cruel smile, X grabbed Spike's legs and held them open wide,then he *slammed* his rock hard cock into Spike's sore and abused holewith one violent thrust. This wasn't making love. This wasn't even sex.It was pure dominance of the most primal and brutal kind. Spike wasbeing claimed; as mate, as servant, as property.
The vampire's face twisted into an expression of hopeless adoration andtortured pain even as he howled out his completion and agonizedsurrender. X's eyes glittered with power and exultant pleasure as hefelt Spike's torn and battered walls quiver and shake around him. Threemore deep hard thrusts and his orgasm slammed into him. He spilled hisseed deep inside his mate. One pulse, two, three and then he pulled outand shot another two loads on Spike's groin and chest. Marking him withhis scent.
Grinning, he pulled the tired and battered blonde up into his arms andheld him in a surprisingly gentle embrace. His whispered voice was asibilant hiss of amused evil.
"I have a surprise for you my luscious one."
Spike wearily raised his head and blinked his startled and fearful blueeyes up at him. X chuckled deep in his throat. Almost tenderly, hereached up and ran his fingers through the wet blonde hair at the backof Spike's skull and then he reached out with his power of electricalmanipulation and gave a sharp tiny twist. Spike shivered and twitchedin his arms.
"Wha...?"
"The chip... it's busted now. You don't have to worry about it givingyou any more mean headaches. I've killed it for you."
Blue eyes flickered with gold as hope bled into them for the first timesince they had woken up in the Initiative. A small smile curved thecorners of Spike's mouth slightly and X chuckled again.
"Come, my pale beauty. Let's find you some of those stupid humansrunning around here so you can feed. As soon as you're feeling better,we'll burn this whole stinking place to the ground. Sound like fun?"
X watched as a torrent of emotions flooded across Spike's face oneafter the other. Finally, his features settled into his gameface withridged brow, gold glittery eyes and sharp pointed fangs.
"Yes X. That's sounds bloody lovely."
*
Lieutenant Graham Miller lay in a small puddle of blood next to thesevered head of Corporal Vincent Campbell as he watched the smoke andflames pour out of the building that had housed Compound #28D of theInitiative Project. He seriously doubted that more than a handful ortwo of the military personnel or scientists who had worked here hadsurvived. Death and destruction was *everywhere* one looked.
Turning his head, Graham could just barely make out the faint outlineof the jeep that the two demons had stolen as it drove off into theNevada desert. Hostiles 17 &and Xander.
No...*X*.
Graham *remembered* the boy who had been named *Xander*. He had knownhim personally, in fact. And *that* was *not* Xander. That beast, thatkilling machine, was "X". And with the help of Ethan Rayne, theInitiative had *made* X into what he was. It was all their fault.*They* had unleashed that demon on an unsuspecting world.
Graham felt his soul shiver.
"Oh God! What have we *done*?"
Unfortunately, there was no one left to answer him...
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